Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 690:

Locke’s head snapped up, his big, teary eyes filled with raw fear.

“Please don’t make me go! I’m a good boy! Let me stay here, please!”

“But, Locke…”

The director’s sigh was heavy, burdened with helplessness.

“Sweetheart, be good and follow Mr. Flynn. You’ll live in a big house, eat all the good food you want, wear new clothes, go to the best schools…”

“No!” Locke’s voice cracked, his tiny frame trembling as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks.

“I don’t want to!”

could console him. His cries grew louder, his body

she watched the little boy break down. She turned toward Ernest,

child has been through too much. Please… don’t take it personally. He just needs

respond right away. His face betrayed no anger, no irritation—just

on his cane, he took a step forward, lowering himself to one

his voice was softer this time, steady yet laced

second before adding, his voice just above a

with me, Locke. Let me be

shoulders trembled. His breath hitched. For a long moment, he simply stared at Ernest, eyes searching his face for something unseen.

small head,

Flynn is going to be your

teary eyes

real family. Who wouldn’t want

loomed over him like a shadow, whispering reminders of broken promises, of love given and then taken